One of my officemates listens to top40 music. It’s not my background music of choice, but occasionally her music will carry into my office area. Even more rarely, a lyric or two will stick with me. Today was one of those rare occasions.

Our paths might cross, they might intertwine, they might even be parallel, but my path is my own. And while I will hold your hand as we walk on parallel paths, know that our journeys, though similar, are not the same.